"What kind of business is Mr. Jiang in?" After a few sips of wine, the girls began to relax, moving around the private room with playful energy. Cheryl Lee also went out to join them. Meanwhile, Li Xiubin, who had been keeping an eye on Jiang Hai, approached him with a smile. Jiang Hai couldn't help but look at her more closely.
Even after seeing so many beautiful women, this one easily scored above 90 in his eyes.
Whether it was makeup or surgery, Jiang Hai had no intention of committing to her long-term. Objectively speaking, she was striking. Her oval face, long narrow eyes with faint under-eye bags, high nose, small mouth, half-blonde hair, slender neck, and elegant rib cage were captivating. And, of course, her most striking features made her an online sensation—a virtual weapon for otaku admiration. Jiang Hai felt slightly overwhelmed.
"Oh, I raise cattle in America," he said quietly, taking a sip of beer. Calm and composed, he never lost his self-control.
"Raising cattle? Is that profitable?" Li Xiubin asked, puzzled.
To ordinary people, raising cattle didn't necessarily imply wealth. Li Xiubin was no exception; Jiang Hai's answer left her uncertain.
"Not bad," Jiang Hai replied with a casual smile, rubbing his nose. He wouldn't hide his wealth, but he also didn't boast. Even if he claimed billions from cattle and fish, they'd have to take his word for it.
"Oh… I see," Li Xiubin said awkwardly, stepping back.
For women of their level, money wasn't always the primary concern.
Yin Suwan, standing nearby, had recently signed a lucrative contract with a Chinese livestreaming platform. Top-tier streamers in China could earn millions or even tens of millions of RMB per year. The three women before him likely earned close to 10 million RMB each annually—about 1.6 billion won at current exchange rates. In South Korea, top celebrities earned similar amounts, minus management fees. While the industry heavily depended on youth, they were far from lacking financially.
Their main reason for attending tonight was Cheryl's connections. Fame and networking opportunities mattered more than money. Meeting someone of Jiang Hai's stature—whom they assumed was a celebrity—could establish valuable connections, even for protection abroad.
Yet now, learning Jiang Hai was merely a cattle farmer left them awkward.
"I'm going to the restroom," Li Xiubin said after a moment's thought, smiling politely. She set down her bottle, grabbed Cheryl, and quickly slipped away. The other two instinctively followed.
Once inside, Li Xiubin locked the door and turned to Cheryl, frowning.
"What's going on?" Sun Yunzhu asked, puzzled.
"Is that big boss really a cattle farmer?" Li Xiubin whispered sharply to Cheryl. Cheryl understood immediately and couldn't help but chuckle.
"You're overthinking it. Don't let anything slip. If you ask him directly, he'll admit it—he really is a cattle farmer. But he's wealthy. His cattle sell for hundreds of thousands each. He owns tens of thousands of them, earning billions annually from cattle alone. His fishery is massive, bringing in billions as well. And his grass business? Billions, too…" Cheryl's grin widened as she saw the women's frowns deepen.
The women exchanged skeptical glances. Raising cattle and fish—profitable to the billions?
"And you've probably heard of his connections to Walmart, a Dubai prince, several American tycoons, and even Google. I wanted to help you out tonight, but you doubted me?" Cheryl chuckled softly, head held high.
The women laughed quietly. Losing face with Cheryl didn't matter—they were here for Jiang Hai.
Returning to the private room, the three women were noticeably more interested in Jiang Hai, even overshadowing Cheryl Lee.
Alcohol loosened inhibitions, and the women's intentions became clear. They tried to get Jiang Hai drunk, but he remained perfectly in control. As he neared the end of his order, he was still fully aware, while the three women showed signs of tipsiness—whether real or feigned, he couldn't tell.
Soon, they began teasing him, pulling at clothing, whispering in his ear, and subtly pressing themselves against him. Jiang Hai didn't understand most of their words, but their intentions were obvious.
After a while, he began accepting the situation, realizing he'd likely stay up late again.
Meanwhile, the first-floor lobby had reached its peak excitement. The DJ set off fireworks, and several girls emerged from backstage, sending the crowd into a frenzy.
"Wow, this bar is amazing! They've invited Hello Venus!" Yoon So-wan exclaimed, looking at the stage below. Jiang Hai frowned in confusion.
"Hello Venus? They debuted in 2012 but never became popular, overshadowed by Girls' Generation and later AOA. They disbanded in 2014, but I heard they're trying to return," Sun Yunzhu explained, noticing his bewilderment.
"Oh… okay," Jiang Hai murmured, still unsure what this meant.
The floor performers finished their intro, and the music began.
"Wow, it's the Wiggle! I know this!" Lee Soo-bin laughed and moved to the center of the room. Yin Suwan and Sun Yunzhu followed. The three women bent and twisted, perfectly executing moves that showcased their figures, directly in front of Jiang Hai.
"Uh…" Jiang Hai was momentarily stunned.
He quickly realized it was a dance move—but the intensity of South Korean choreography was staggering. Each step resembled a combination of precision and aggression, leaving even a spectator in awe. Perhaps mandatory military service had instilled this discipline…